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What cruel answer have I heard ! And yet, by heaven, I love thee still: Can aught be cruel from thy lip ? Yet say, how fell that bitter word From lips which streams of sweetness fill, Which nought but drops of honey sip ?

Go boldly forth, my simple lay, Whose accents flow with artless ease, Like orient pearls at random strung: Thy notes are sweet, the damsels say; But O ! far sweeter, if they please The nymph for whom these notes are sung.